Funny Stuff

Beware! This post may (read does) contain traces of snapshots! Oooh - perish the thought! If you're prone to snapshot induced trauma, look away now!

Here's a collection of crazy things - I didn't have my camera when I saw the "Dr Crust" brand of toothbrushes, and I haven't seen them since! I wonder why...

This one was taken by Manja (used with permission)

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Beautiful Thailand

That "Election" Thingy

Yes, well, there was some action here over the last week or so. Myanmar (Burma) held it's so-called election, which I'm not going to say much about. This is not a place to talk about heavy politics. I did take a few interesting pics though.

A quick overview: Clashes erupted between the Democratic Karen Buddhist Army (DKBA) and government forces in Myawaddy by the Thai border. (Thanks to wikipedia for these links) Myawaddy is 5kms from Mae Sot.

There was some gunfire, and a rocket-propelled-grenade or two sent over to our side, and the Thai military was standing by, keeping a close watch.We were called on to help the Red Cross at the temporary camp, set up to cater for the thousands that fled Myawaddy into Mae Sot to escape the fighting. We just handed out food and water, and assisted with unloading trucks that came in with supplies.

People searching for relatives from outside the camp

Children waiting for food and water handouts

The Thai military were there for crowd control should the need arise.

Some of the big crowd - estimates were around 20,000 but I'm not so sure. 

At the end of the day, men were loaded onto trucks and sent back. It all settled down as quickly as it had started.

The Hut

Another "cheese sandwich" type of experience: I took a beer out to a quiet spot that I like on the outskirts of town . It's oil-painting scenery here; overlooking fields with the mountains in the background. Often I can find these huts empty, and enjoy them all to myself.

Today there was a drunk there and I thought I'd go to another, but I like this one. I thought maybe he'll leave soon, but he didn't, and I'll be ever grateful for that. We talked a little although neither could understand a word. We just said stuff. I told him how I liked the place, he told me what he wanted, or maybe needed, to say. He was lying down on the wooden bench opposite me the whole time. After we finished "chatting", he pulled out a battered harmonica. "Here we go, time to leave," I thought. But it was beautiful. He didn't have a clue how to play, nor did he care. He just slowly played long notes one after the other. On any other day, you'd get up and leave, but it was so soothing that when he stopped I encouraged him to play some more, lay down on my wooden bench and absorbed it all.

The only problem was that I had broken my Mae Sot Golden Rule: NEVER, EVER leave the camera behind. I could have filmed the whole thing if only the battery wasn't on charge at home!